LADY'S TOMB. RONSARD AS in the gardens, all through May, the rose, Lovely, and young, and fair apparelled, Makes sunrise jealous of her rosy red, ...
MOONLIGHT. JACQUES TAHUREAU THE high Midnight was garlanding her head With many a shining star in shining skies, And, of her grace, a slumber on mine ...
LOVE IN MAY. PASSERAT OFF with sleep, love, up from bed, This fair morn； See, for our eyes the rosy red New dawn is born； Now that skies are glad and ...
THE GRAVE AND THE ROSE.VICTOR HUGO THE Grave said to the Rose, 'What of the dews of dawn, Love's flower, what end is theirs？' 'And wha...
THE GENESIS OF BUTTERFLIES. VICTOR HUGO. THE dawn is smiling on the dew that covers The tearful roses； lo, the little lovers That kiss the buds, and a...
MORE STRONG THAN TIME. VICTOR HUGO. SINCE I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet, Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid, Since I ...
AN OLD TUNE. GERARD DENERVAL. THERE is an air for which I would disown Mozart's, Rossini's, Weber's melodies, - A sweet sad air that langu...
JUANA. ALFRED DE MUSSET. AGAIN I see you, ah my queen, Of all my old loves that have been, The first love, and the tenderest； Do you remember or forge...
SPRING IN THE STUDENT'SQUARTER WINTER is passing, and the bells For ever with their silver lay Murmur a melody that tells Of April and of Easter d...
OLD LOVES. HENRI MURGER. LOUISE, have you forgotten yet The corner of the flowery land, The ancient garden where we met, My hand that trembled in your...